Redsand Canyon I tread by my lonesome through the darkness

As always nowadays, it seems Nyra was on the move. 
Patrolling, day and night, securing the borders, day and night.
Catching the scent of a stranger, and then hearing an unfamiliar howl, Nyra ran for the origin of the sound at a quick pace. As quick as she could, still healing from fighting a mountain lion. 

The gargantuan female approached with her tail raised, a banner alongside her monarchical aura that radiated power, strength, authority in rolling waves. 

"I am Nyra, Grandmaster and Alpha of the Saints. State your business." She rumbled, though not aggressively. More so a noise indicative of not wanting to waste her or her pack's time.